Cassandra, for the sunrise century,
Taking the moon in her bed like a lover.
Letting him leave her,
Taking no others,
Watching the tides as they fill up her eyes.
She says that she's not upset;
She says that loneliness is worse than regret.
We have to wonder
What she meant
When she told us,
"Any love is good enough."
The sun comes to her on the windowsill,
She meets him there. He says,
"Come ride on my flaming hands,
By tomorrow we'll be painting the horizons
With the gold streaks of a good goodbye."
What would the Moon suspect?
He only sees the clouds that slither by his head.
We have to wonder
What she meant
When she told us,
"Any love is good enough."
Could heaven keep the light on so I can keep my eye on you?
You and only you.
And follow you as far as I can go.
There's a break in the trees, the moon is shining through.
She rolls down the window and says, "Is it you? Is it you?"
Gravity turned him,
Comets had burned him, too.
She splashes the river to move his reflection.
She says, "Could heaven keep the light on
So god can keep his eye on you?
You and only you
And follow you as far as you can go?"
We had to wonder
What she meant
When she told us,
"Any love is good enough."
"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.
But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken.
It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.
He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Monday, August 18, 2008
"She says she's not upset; she says that loneliness is worse than regret"
Ken Stringfellow's "Any Love (Cassandra et Lune)" is one of my modern FSEs (favorite songs ever.) Here's a youtube and the lyrics:
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